There is something ancient in the desire to leave and tell. Not so much the need to explain the places we pass through, but to bring back a feeling — the smell of a street, the noise of a market, the sense of being exactly where one has never been before. Travel, in its most honest form, does not produce knowledge but rather a series of impressions that resist classification, mental images that surface months later without warning.

Morocco is a country particularly suited to this kind of experience. It has an immediate, direct physical presence, yet it continuously slips away from any attempt to be defined or contained. Those who travel through it with attention soon realise that the most interesting things tend to happen just outside the frame one had prepared to inhabit.

Moroccan Mint is born from this kind of gaze. A photography book that does not aim to document Morocco but to convey something of its texture — the feeling of having been there, of having moved through it without fully understanding it. The images bear no captions, no place names. They offer instead a sequence that works the way certain travel memories work: through fragments, through unexpected juxtapositions, through everything one catches only in passing.

Andrea Angelino Catella